Weather systems change;
riotous one day calm next—
volatile toddler.
Category: Unplugged
Still

The city is still,
from ashes branches protrude
bare from winter’s bite.
Humans

We’re barely afloat
a kayak on a still lake
chaos in our minds
Missing

As tears, rain drops fall,
ominous clouds gather round—
spring goes a hiding.
Unknown

Teetering on edge:
moving to a new country;
jumping off a cliff.
